Today I had to take Lily in to have some lab work done.
Except for the TB test they did in China, this was my first experience with her and a needle.
She climbed up in the chair, took one look at the needle and attached tubing and started to wave her hand and shake her head "no." Big tears welled up in her eyes and dropped onto her lap.
Oh goodness. What to say?
I tried to explain that it was only going to be one stick and that was all. She just needed to keep still and it would be over before she knew it.
And then I played the Mom card.
"Ice cream. You name it. Strawberry milkshake? M&M? Peanut butter fudge? When we're all done we are heading straight for ice cream."
She nodded, wiped her tears, and then said, "I want BIG one."
You got it girl. After 8 vials of blood, you can have whatever you want.
When we arrived home, it turns out there was a little surprise waiting for her in the mailbox, too.
Her "Panda Bear, Panda Bear" book had arrived.
And by the end of the milkshake she was back to true "Lily" form.